Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Sleep-Talking To Sleep-Fucking

The shower stung exactly as much as expected. The lashes across her back were healing but a few had reopened.

When the hot water hit them, she kept thinking about what Cassian had done to her. He was so cruel. As far as she was concerned, he could stay in that prison cell until their father got home.

She shut the water off. Towel on. Hair dripping.

She cracked the bathing chamber door by an inch and peered through the gap.

Kael was still unconscious. Good. The last thing she needed was a conscious dragon watching her walk around in a towel. She crept across the room like a burglar in her own home.

Clothing acquired. Towel dropped. Dressed like the room was on fire. Dignity at a marginal net positive.

When she came back out, he was talking again.

"...tried to... I tried..."

She stopped.

"...protect her. I tried to..."

His voice was wrecked.

"...every single one of them. Before they... I tried."

She closed the distance and took his hand. "You did protect her. You saved an entire pack."

She grabbed a wet cloth and cleaned him best she could, her strokes slow and careful around his bruises and avoiding the bandage wrapped around his torso.

She looked at his pants then at the pained expression on his face.

This was crazy. Particularly if he turned out not to be her husband. He could wake up mid-undressing and react exactly as poorly as expected.

"Fuck it."

She unbuttoned his pants and saw he had briefs on under. Thank fuck. She hadn’t considered the alternative until just now.

Her face heated.

Focus, Guinevere. Focus.

His boots were still on. Easy.

She got one boot off. Progress. She got the second boot off. More progress. She grabbed his waistband with the confidence of a woman on a roll and pulled. The roll ended.

How much did this man weigh?

"Don’t drop me. I’m delicate," he mumbled.

One leg at a time. That was the strategy. She got the left side down to his knee and ran out of strength. He was half-pantless. This was worse than fully pantless. This was a crime scene.

"...no, the left goat... the RIGHT goat is fine... the left goat is the problem..."

She froze, glancing at his face. Still blissfully asleep.

She gave up on dignity, climbed onto the bed, straddled his legs, and pulled from above. The trousers slid. Finally. FINALLY. She threw them across the room with more aggression than any garment deserved.

Victory.

Then heat came. It rolled through her in a thick, unexpected wave, starting between her legs. It left her light-headed and unsure, like her body knew something her mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

Her heart was thudding in her ears.

She glanced down. Gold light, both of them. She was sitting on him, which meant physical contact, which meant the glowing made perfect sense.

White runes started forming on her skin in real time. For a moment, she was caught in between panic and outright horror.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify